I just wrote this & I can see it becoming a poem; for that reason I decided to keep it concise instead of expanding on it. Just in case anyone feels short-changed lol
Today a moth flew into my lightshade. It’s a clear lightshade, made of rippled glass. The moth flickered and flipped, casting shadows on the cream walls of the living room. The exotic bird shadows danced and dipped across my walls. The canvas above my fireplace gave them feathers as they flittered through trees. The mirror created a whole flock, a formation that transformed the room into a brief African safari, a fleeting experience of an imagined sunset in another world.



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